I'll get the clown's pie, with the Devil's onionsnIt's a feast indeednWe ride hard, we fear the Lord - we gonna live forevernThat night we all got drunk a lot of things were saidnWe put that all behind us - it's behind us nownIn the scheme of things it is a grand schemenWe got it all to play fornnIt's a Golden AgenIt's a Golden AgennIt's running late, all so goddamn latenWe got our feet in the furnacenFeel like a thunder lizard with my might jawsnAnd this walnut brainnIn the arch of the heavens there's a tired little starnAt the end of its runnThere's been a thousand years and the headsman's axenBut the walls endurennIt's a Golden AgenIt's a Golden AgennI like the way she looks at me, I like her motor skillsnI like the way she shimmiesnThrough the liquor and the pillsnI like the way the walls press in, I like the teeming skynI know I am, I'm sure I amnI'm H.A.P.P - H.A.P.P.Y.nnIt's Best Value, it's Fit for Purpose, it's a Box in a FieldnWe got Prole Dazzle and Mall GlutnOut here in the BoomburbnGot a Snout House near the Pork Chop LotnIt's a Growth MachinenThere's a retail chain that arcs across the worldnLike a Bridge of RainbowsnnIt's a Golden AgenIt's a Golden AgennIt's a land grab from the long FirmnThey're going on the pavementnThey got the wrong guyn(Though his crimes are many - justice will be done)nAh the words are clunky, and the lines don't rhymenBut the truth's revealednAnd for a flat fee which is all-inclusivenI don't think you can complainnnIt's a Golden AgenIt's a Golden AgennIt's a Golden AgenIt's a Golden AgennIt's a Golden AgenIt's a Golden Age...nnn